Nearby, the remnants of several dead planets collided. The rocks they sent flying had not yet traveled far before an invisible force froze them in place, turning them into an eternal tableau, as though time itself had stopped here.
"The more I come into contact with space, the more I understand the mysteries of the starry sky."
Jiang Shu murmured, his voice vanishing into the vacuum.
He could clearly feel that the Dao Rhyme permeating this starfield was denser than in the previous seven layers. Even the structure of space pressed down on him with a heavy weight. Every breath felt like swallowing a mouthful of scorching sand that burned through his meridians.
Suddenly, all the floating rocks trembled at once, as if awakened by some invisible force.
Jiang Shu did not hesitate for an instant. He immediately retreated a hundred zhang.
The space where he had been standing shattered like a mirror, and a figure identical to him stepped out of the crack.
It was the replica of the eighth layer.
Its identical white robe fluttered without wind, and its fist radiance blazed brilliantly. Simply standing there, it shone across the ages like the blazing sun.
The face, identical to Jiang Shu's, showed no expression. Fifteen Great Dao Patterns flowed through its eyes, seeming to herald a grasp of the laws even more terrifying than the original's.
Most unnerving of all were the folds of space circling its body, rising and falling in a steady rhythm like breathing.
It had nearly comprehended an entire Law of Space.
One had to remember that Jiang Shu was only in the Formlessness Realm. He was just one final step away from the Oblivion Realm.
Although the Eternal Tower's replica had the same level of comprehension of the laws as Jiang Shu,
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